“July fell like an elephant’s carcass over the city, breathing heat into our faces. The sun boiled on the sides of the crowded trams stuck at the traffic lights. The intersection exploded with horns and swearing, the metallic grinding sounded painfully in the ears; The smell of burnt rubber floated over the street. Theodore walked at a leisurely pace, and the stream of passers-by shook him like a buoy in the swell of the sea. The bald spot turned purple, the hot suspenders cut into the shoulders, the hot suit seemed to weigh a ton. Acrid drops of sweat stung his eyes and fogged up his glasses, but Theodore stubbornly continued his daily walk to the port...”